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Have you ever felt lost but somehow made it to the destination?

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New year Old me

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Hitchhiker's guide:

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& just like that...

In a bleary night

I saw a glint of light

Bracing me to dream

to chase that gleam.

I decided to liberate myself

to pursue new horizons of life.

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"I need your help"

image in the mirror

entreated.

Prompt #5: Mirror

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This Blank Page

Young poets don’t see how fearless the blank page is. Opening the hardcover notebook for the first time, fresh leather, to break a spine for the first time. Do you wince at yourself? These words that were written through the seasons, with lightning blood running thru sore, aching hands. The thunders of the pulse, the thunders of the pulse, the impossible task of putting the storm on paper for the first time. Finding mistakes in these words, trying to write, repeating the same literature like a revolving star. Writing the long travel of forgotten typewriter keys, the noise of ice inside a glass of neat whiskey. But you still try. Beating knuckles against concrete, the blood from broken skin, flowing slowly now, quietly dripping. This unforgiving world is here, despite everything. Blank page and the young poet never to be the same.

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Prompt #4: A day

One day

These wretched moments will disappear,

These daunting thoughts will falter.

Till then

Bear these downcasting gaze,

Bear this miserable haze.

For that day to arrive.

- Saram

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Prompt #3: Future

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Prompt #2: Snowflakes ❄

Floating on air

Like a feather, Like a cloud

So delicate, So fragile

Just to melt, Just to collapse

Swirling down

As white as rose

As graceful as dancer

Covered the stains

Hushed the place

No echo, No sound

- Saram

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Prompt #1: The stars

Hanging in the dark black night,

Hovering calmly in the light air,

Clinging to the black tapestry above,

They winked at me.

Whilst the night viel made me blind,

Pushing me into the shadows,

Leading me to a spiral of fear,

They have eternally watched me.

They are the beacons of hope,

For a lost soul like me.

- Saram

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I'm afraid to see failure again.

In this darkness of the night, I'm unable to see a single ray of light.

God knows how long I've to wait for dawn.

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The Brain is wider than the Sky

For put them side by side

The one the other will contain

With ease and you beside

The Brain is deeper than the sea

For hold them Blue to Blue

The one the other will absorb As sponges Buckets do

The Brain is just the weight of God

For Heft them Pound for Pound

And they will differ if they do

As Syllable from Sound

-Emily Dickinson

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When your world moves too fast and you lose yourself in the chaos, introduce yourself to each colour of the sunset.

– Christy Ann Martine

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Shimmering colors of gold, pink, and blue fill up the sky to welcome the empty moon. Colors so clear to the human eye. Colors so pure to fill our sky. The last glimpse of beauty before the darkness unfolds. Beauty so tremendous to behold. Keep it long. Keep it bright. Do not forget the sight before the darkest night.

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Even if you feel you are still, you are moving

“Give yourself some credit. You’ve come pretty far.”

— Unknown

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Bring me the sunset in a cup,

Reckon the morning's flagons up

And say how many Dew,

Tell me how far the morning leaps—

Tell me what time the weaver sleeps

Who spun the breadth of blue!

Write me how many notes there be

In the new Robin's ecstasy

Among astonished boughs—

How many trips the Tortoise makes—

How many cups the Bee partakes,

The Debauchee of Dews!

Also, who laid the Rainbow's piers,

Also, who leads the docile spheres

By withes of supple blue?

Whose fingers string the stalactite—

Who counts the wampum of the night

To see that none is due?

Who built this little Alban House

And shut the windows down so close

My spirit cannot see?

Who'll let me out some gala day

With implements to fly away,

Passing Pomposity?

- Emily Dickinson

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On the rare occasion the sun will shine through a cloud with apricity,

The short presence of a distant sun will bring some warmth to me.

For this is winter.